Chopsticks

By Sensei Boolin

Released on December 1, 2020

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[Intro]

Oh my God, they killed Kenny!

You bastards


[Chorus: Sensei Boolin]

We keep them mothafuckin' chopsticks

Got them long Glock-sticks

Start runnin' when you hear them shots

You can catch the mop bitch

Aye, eat my crusty sock bitch, aye!


[Verse 1: Sensei Boolin]

Don't run in my crib and you go back out

Run up the block and make him do spaz out

Just like EA, make a jhit lag out

Touchin' my tool and you go black out

I got the cheese, the gonad got speed

I take yo treasure, don't need a suppresor

I'm the aggressor, just a refresher

I got the pressure, got you a stretcher, just for safe measure

You gon' get folded like some laundry

The gas gon' have you playin' jumanji

I'm straight chiefin', Finski out here tweakin'

I'm pullin' up to the gonads with the sac

Like "Hello, good evening!" (Dayumm, cracka ouchea boolin' and shit)


[Chorus: Sensei Boolin]

We keep them mothafuckin' chopsticks

Got them long Glock-sticks

Start runnin' when you hear them shots

You can catch the mop bitch

Yuh, eat my crusty sock bitch

[Interlude: Sean Macquire & Arthur Morgan]

You ain't so free of politics

I hate everyone just the same


[Verse 2: Young Testicle]

My spine broke, driving through the window of that Marshall's

Got my rims gold, 64 dubs like Nintendo

My soul froze, clean the chrome

Maxin' out at 190, STG don't respect hoes (nah)

It's do or die mothafucka

If you try me I'm gon' fry you with my rifle

It's triple homicide, off the crack feelin' wild

I'm emptying a sac, rollin' up with a bible

Just fucked this guys mom

Yeah that losers name was Micheal, bitch


[Bridge: Finski]

Aye man, we ouchea in the mothafuckin' recording closet

I don't got no studio cuz I'm broke

But I do got this closet and my airpods doe


[Verse 3: Finski]

Pull up to McDonald's, buy a McChicken

Pull off the wrapper of the McChicken

Discovered that the McChicken had mayo on the McChicken

Aye, Damn, you know what I did? (yuh)

I pulled my fucking Glock out

Shot the mothafuckin' 'donald's employee

"Put mayonnaise on my McChicken" (aye)

It says it on the receipt "No mayonnaise" (nope)

Why'd you put mayonnaise on my McChicken

Asked you 6 times, put it in the notes (yuh)

Put it on the uber eats order notes (okay!)

"No mayonnaise"

You still put fucking mayonnaise on my McChicken

Goddamn, pulled out the .50 caliber

Shot her in the face, now she dead

Went to her grave, pissed on it

Then put mayonnaise on her gravestone

Cuz she put mayonnaise on my McChicken


[Outro: Finski]

Don't fuck with my McChicken bitch, I swear to god

McDonald's if you put mayonnaise on my McChicken after I specifically asked you six times to not do it

You better not

Or I'm literally gonna block the McDonald's off the USA [?]